She comes here just expecting me to accept her when the knife has barely been removed from my back. What am I to do? Am I supposed to tell her that I forgive her and that I am all better now. Why would I lie just to save her the grief of knowing the truth? She expects the forgiveness to come just because of who she is. I am not endebted to her though that is what she thinks. I'm my own person and yet she still sees me as the little girl I once was. I haven't been her for a long time. I have to stop and ask myself, what happened to that girl? It was just as if she dissapeared one day. Not even dissapeared because I can see her. She just fell asleep. Giving us false hope that she would return. She won't though. She will most likely never resurface. With that knife she was killed and I was born.